Shuffling at the helpless bitch, my eyes shoot daggers at you after your wicked kick to my belly. Your bruised tit laying on your tummy is a perfect target for my return stomp, knowing that my heel will wreck that hanger once and for all. Pulling up my foot, I thrust it right at that nasty boob, trying to pin it to your torso, but I meet resistance. Damn! You grabbed my heel and are twisting!
My arms flail for balance and the open mouthed crowd sees me fall backwards with a whump, legs going up in the air. Dazed, I lift my head, to see you scrambling in between my thighs, and then feel a horrendous blow to my mound and open snatch. Your knee hits right where you had plucked before, and slides down into my pussy, squashing my delicate bits. Ashen and moaning, I am almost limp when my tatty hair is grabbed, and my head is slammed into the floor.
Unaware of the rest, the infamous kiosk showers a cascade of gold coins over the video of my sprawled out carcass, while flashing MEGA JACKPOT WIN as my heeled feet twitch. Groaning, as a health professional brings me to consciousness, the crowd is still pointing at me and my condition, as my foe and JT have vanished.
